STAR WARS: Imperial Twilight

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1. Grand Admiral Takel
2. Whoever the hell is incharge of Incom Corporation (Seti Ashgad?)
3. Raith Sienar
 
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Admiral Palia Starkos
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The Empre is built on inequity. This is a truth written into the bedrock of its very foundations. Some were meant to rise above others. The rich above the poor. The military above civilians. The Sith above the Jedi. Humans above aliens. The Emperor above all others.

Within those inequities are other, smaller divergences. Near-Humans above all other aliens. And some Near-Humans above others. During the waning days of the Clone Wars one Marcus Starkos, the scion of a wealthy Courscanti family and member of COMPNOR's Select Committee, dug a bawling Miraluka child out of the ruins of an orphanage on Chandaar. A moment of rare compassion from the virulent Humanosupremacist led to the Starkos family gaining a new daughter. One Fiona Starkos rose up high in the ranks of the Imperial Navy, her real heritage and species hidden from the galaxy at large by the help of bribes and her father's connections. Connected to COMPNOR and the old Militarist families of the Core, Fiona rose higher than any woman could have hoped to otherwise in the Imperial Navy.

Fiona settled down on Raxus Prime shortly before the start of the Dark Rim War, quickly jettisoning all ties to COMPNOR in the process. She took a husband from amongst the Church of the Dark Side, one Solikr Starkos, a fellow Miraluka from Alpheridies. Chosen both because it would allow Fiona's children to avoid having to go through the same hiding of the species she did, Solikr's weak will and his strenght in the Force, Solikr and Fiona quickly produced several children. As of now the old admiral is enjoying her retirement in the sector of her birth, supporting the Militarist cause politically and waiting for a peaceful end.

Fiona's only daughter has decided to follow in her mother's footsteps. Palia grew up on tales from her mother about her time in the Navy, and a secret family story Fiona shared only with her daughter. That they were all descended from Xim the Despot. That one day Palia or her children would rule over Tion like their ancestor of old. This combined with Palia's frequent visits to the local branch of the Church of the Dark Side with her father into a dangerous mixture. The line of Xim was strong in her, as was the primordial darkside that her father preached of. If Xim had been a Sith, his Empire would not have fallen.

Palia joined the Navy, her mother's reputation and connections helping sweep aside many of the barriers a Near-Human would face on entry. While she deigned to entertain the officer cliques and Militarist reading groups suggested to her by her mother, Palia properly fell into a darker crowd. A staunch Reformist, the only heir of the house of Starkos commands her own fleet now. Around her gathers mystics and occultists, whispering into her ears about how the Force is truly strong in her. Untested by real combat aside from some skirmishes with pirate bands, it is unclear if the young admiral has any of the skills her mother had.
 
I don't have time to properly play this game, but I can definitely RP a disinterested senile old man who doesn't do much but occasionally drops in to fuck with everyone else. With that said:

-Emperor Sheev Palpatine
 
1. Arellion Kuat, Kuat of Kuat - A man far too in love with both his home planet of Kuat and the enormous engines of atrocity it builds.
 
1) Grand/Fleet Admiral Tania Yularen (Green Mantle)
2) Grand Moff Tann Starpyre
3) Fleet Admiral Piett
 
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High Admiral Shara Vaere​

Born on Coruscant in 15 aDNO to an ancient and storied family of Naval generationals, Shara Vaere was the daughter of Republican Judicial Captain (and later Republican and Imperial Admiral) Chara Vaere.

As the heir to an ancient tradition, Shara can reliably trace the Vaere name back to at least the Renunciate Republican Navy of the 10,970s BBY and mythologically trace her ancestry back to the early Republican Navy's founding during the Tionese wars of the 24,000s BBY.

Raised primarily by her father in a family environment that was inundated with military service and an exposure to the cultural mores of the upper class core worlds, Vaere grew up idolizing her mother whose service in the Imperial Navy meant that she was absent from Coruscant on assignment more often than not.

Shara Vaere was 12 she was sent to a Coruscanti military boarding school, as was tradition for her branch of the family. For the rest of her youth her education focused on the precursors of military leadership and space warfare, as well as immersing her into the ancient traditions of the Republic's naval services.

Hoping to live up to her family name, Vaere was a diligent and professional student, and it was with only some minor reliance on her ancient family connections that Shara entered into the hallowed halls of the ancient Prefsbelt Imperial Naval Academy.

Shara attended Prefsbelt through the full fleet officer course and graduated in the upper fifth of her class. More importantly than her scores, Shara left Prefsbelt with connections both throughout her year and the instructors, connections that Shara cultivated throughout her career.

A career that saw her competently work her way from a posting aboard the Imperial-II Star Destroyer Vivisector, to the command of an Arquitens light cruiser, the post of tactical officer aboard a Bellator star dreadnought, and then moving to command the heavy cruiser Vanquisher as the Dark Rim War erupted.

Devastated to learn that her idolized mother was one of the many Loyalist officers killed trying to hold the line in the middle rim, Shara Vaere herself commanded Vanquisher through the campaign, serving competently (if without distinction) through the war and earning a promotion to the command of the Allegiance-class Star Destroyer Indefatigable at the conflict's end.

Pushing beyond her grief at her mother's death, Shara took a position as her mother's heir within the broader Militarist coalition, ably steering herself into a leader of a minor faction of generational officers and traditionalist big gun warship boosters that she merged with the clique of officers she'd led since her academy days.

During the Vong invasion she served as the ad-hoc commander of a Supremacy Fleet tasked with fighting along the mid-rim routes towards the Core worlds, where she performed again competently, if without distinction. Though on several occasions she was forced to teach the Vong lessons in Naval professionalism by enacting Base Delta Zero operations on Vong-controlled worlds where the invaders thought to use civilian hostages to weaken Imperial resolve and slow the tempo of fleet operations.

Post-war Shara spent her efforts of expanding her network of connections by playing patronage games, moving officers from her Militarist faction into units decimated by the fighting, performing favours for more highly placed Navy luminaries, and backing a faction of naval theorists and designers who were pushing a new line of "pocket star destroyers" designed with the lessons (and mounting resource limitations) of the last two conflicts in mind.

In recent years Shara Vaere has also pursued her personal white whale: command of the Coruscant Defence Fleet. As a patriotic and loyal daughter of Coruscant and well connected officer of the Imperial Starfleet to boot, she felt that she deserved that particular prestigious command, and is nursing a quiet grudge against Grand Admiral Rufaan Tigellinus who was supposed to take Oversector Outer but instead stole a command she thought rightfully hers.

Instead High Admiral Vaere has been granted command of the (tantalizingly close to Imperial Center) Bormea Sector Fleets, and from her Chandrillian headquarters she organizes her Militarist faction and wrestles with a middle age crisis that demands she perform a grand and prestigious deed that would make her mother and ancestors proud.

(A/N: Ended up having to make this version of Shara Vaere younger than the one from Monster, because the character and her particular insecurities don't really work as someone firmly in her mid.. 80s. Jesus Christ is 68 years of the New Order a fucking lot of years, makes the gerentocracy even more ridiculous!)

At work, so don't have the ability to hunt through the wiki for likely candidates at the moment, so I'll just import the OC protagonist from Monster for now.

1) Fleet Admiral Shara Vaere: Imperial Navy Genrational, Gay Warcrimes Gremlin, Leading Militarist. Will die mad about being passed over for command of the Coruscant defence armada. Still has mommy issues well into her 50s.

(I'll figure out a more detailed bio later around when I go hunting for other choices in the wiki)

Edit: Shara's Being Mad about the Coruscant defence fleet thing is inspired by me going "ah, it would be interesting to play the random officer directly in command of the system defence fleet itself" then seeing it was taken and going "Shara would absolutely hold a grudge over that if she'd also been in consideration"
 
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I added a ledger because I probably should have included it in the first place.
 
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I wanted to play as an intelligence officer secret police sort of guy but not attached to Isard, and Karen suggested Imperial Intelligence, which was very nice of them. They've let me tentatively claim the position of Deputy Director. It's going to be fun watching the galaxy burn down because of horrible infighting. :D

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Name: Alvis Orion
Age: 52
Position: Deputy Director of Imperial Intelligence

Bio:

Alvis Orion considered himself the ideal intelligence officer. He was punctual, fastidious, driven, and above all, sober. These features would normally be the necessary makings of a bureaucrat, which is exactly how Alvis saw himself. His job was not to act as a field agent getting into darling missions to protect the Empire. His job was to sort data slates, organize reports to the director, send orders to his subordinates, and on any given day decide who lived and who died. While trained in how to handle a blaster, he was never the one pulling the trigger. He had men for that.

Born to parents of modest means in the Mid Rim, Alvis received solid education normally outside the reach of most of the galaxy. It's there he would rub shoulders with the fifth sons and daughters of lower nobility, children sent away to boarding school in the hopes that they might learn how to be useful. While never quite close to anyone in particular, those connections would prove handy upon graduating he joined Imperial Intelligence. It's there that his story would otherwise end as another unassuming if hard working intelligence officer, but an old school mate would end up being his superior.

When his superior received a promotion, Alvis received a promotion. It opened up opportunities previously inaccessible to Alvis, who quickly built connections with whomever he could to advance his career. The ability to actually prove himself a capable intelligence officer helped too. In the wake of the Dark Rim War, Imperial Intelligence was shaken up by purges, opening up opportunities for him to accelerate, until reaching the position of Deputy Director. He would jealously safeguard the position from nepotistic power seekers so that he could fulfill his life's work and safeguard the future of the Empire.

As he saw it, the Empire needed to be reorganized and rationalized to survive. The military reigned in, bureaucracy standardized, corporations brought to heel, and sith put in their place. The state, composed of loyalists and constitutionalists, would rule at the behest of the Emperor. It was a great irony then that he found himself firmly within the Militarist camp.

Above all, Alive would grow to detest the sith and their many acolytes, each more eager than the last to prove themselves the most egotistical, brash, and arrogant person in existence. He held a particular contempt for the Church of the Dark Side. The exceptional sith that could conduct themselves in an intelligent, professional manner, as befitting a servant of the Emperor earned his respect. The Order of Inquisitors among the rare few that met his approval.

Perhaps in another life he would have found himself at home in COMPNOR. However, what good was it to dictate official doctrine if you lack the ability to enforce it? It was a propaganda office used by nobility to furnish themselves with praise. It was Alvis's belief that it was Imperial Intelligence that would keep the Empire together and that it would drag its many feuding factions back into line. Imperial Security Bureau wasn't up to the task, especially not with Isard at the helm...
 
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Grand Admiral Kali Rimau​

Despite her title, Rimau was not born a noble, nor was she born on the world of Naboo. Instead, she was birthed on the world of Serroco, to Mandalorean parents who were descended from migrants fleeing the chaos of Death Watch and the Clone Wars.

Rimau, like any patriotic child, joined the Imperial Navy. Through her twenty-seven years of service, she saw combat in the Dark Rim War, the Yuuzhan Vong War, and numerous other police actions against would-be rebels and under armed escaped slaves. She would rise through the ranks, even receiving the title of Imperial Baroness, but had her plans cut short thanks to a debilitating injury to her left arm. Although bacta would heal the muscle and bone, she was forced to step back from direct command into a more administrative role. Thankfully, providence smiled on her, and she was eventually promoted to Grand Admiral by decree of the Supreme Commander.

Currently Rimau serves as Grand Admiral underneath Grand Moff Quarsh Panaka as part of the Crimson Dagger, overseeing the vast slave markets there and instituting direct Imperial rule from Palpatinis, with the only man she obeys and answers to after Grand Moff Panaka being the Emperor himself. Politically, she straddles the line between Technocrat and Centralist with a dash of Humanosupremacism. Her military background commands significant presence across the navy in her sector, gaining her the respect of hundreds of Imperial officers. It is unclear what role she'll play in the post-Palpatine galaxy, however.
 
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As he had every morning for the past two years, Grand Moff Marvo Coriolanus introduced himself to the Emperor.

"My name is Marvo, Your Imperial Majesty. I'll be here to assist you today."

Palpatine's disfigured visage studied him for a moment, and the Grand Moff allowed himself a flicker of hope: perhaps this would be a good day. The Emperor grinned happily at his visitor. The hope flickered out.

"Oh, okay!"

"May I come in, my Lord?"

The old man smiled again, and shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly before beckoning Marvo into his bedchamber. There were days when the Emperor was sickly and confined to bed in his ill health, and others when he moved about as if he were hail and whole, but lately his mind had been ever-unspooled. To the surprise of those few who were aware of Palpatine's true state (a jealously-guarded knowledge) the Emperor was one of those fortunate men whose slow descent into dotage was characterised by a fugue state of childlike goodwill.

This made the flashes of lucidity, boiling with fury as he became suddenly aware of his surroundings, and his failing mind and body, even more terrible. The tale of Maximiliaan Dewer was still common currency in the fearful halls of the Palace: hushed voices recounted his agonised screams as the air in his bones expanded, cracking and splintering inside his body after an unkind joke about the Emperor's "Grand Medic" filtered through to the Imperial brain on one of Palpatine's rare 'good' days.

Not today, though.

Marvo suppressed a disappointed sigh as he helped the Emperor out of his nightclothes and eased him into the running tub which had been prepared; soaking a sponge in a bath of medicinal fluid before gently beginning to wash the old man's withered back. The Grand Moff grimaced as he noted faint discolouration along the spine, and lightly pressed a finger against it. The answering squawk of outrage from the Emperor confirmed his fears: bedsores were imminent before too long; he'd have to speak to the nurses about having Palpatine rolled more often while in bed.

He couldn't help the bitter taste of disillusionment which occasionally stole into him. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Long live the immortal Emperor, strong to save and reign!

The Emperor Palpatine
and the Imperial Chamberlain, Grand Moff Marvo Coriolanus ​
 
High Admiral Rallyah Leno


Born a decade after the birth of the New Order in Coruscant, Rallyah's environment proved unique for the development of her beliefs. Constant bemoaning by her parents about days of Republic had piqued her interest at a young age, and the relative nascency of the Empire allowed the girl to slip through the cracks of Imperial censorship. In these books she learned of a galaxy alien to her, one where democracy (how quixotic, how preposterous) and equality (no man is born equal) had been held by the galaxy. From within these fantastical pages a seed was planted, forever to stay nestled within her heart. What a fantasy, she thought. How she wished to live in such glorious times.

That was when she was a child. Slowly, Rallyah drifted away from those halcyon days of wonder, the tightening of imperial censorship clamping down on the dissident pamphlets she once collected. The grumbles of her parents quickly ceased after a visit from a black-clad constable, and slowly Rallyah was seemingly moulded into the perfect Imperial, her immediate entry into the Navy after her graduation only cementing the opinion of those around her as the model citizen. Apolitical where it counted and ready to compromise, it was no wonder to her peers when Rallyah steadily climbed up the ranks, a reliable second best not favoured by any, but a suitable alternative.

Or at least, that is what others believe. Underneath layers upon layers of lies and masks, Rallyah still yearns for the Republic she had discovered in her childhood. However, Rallyah has long learned to make peace with her lot in life, rationalizing her service to the Imperial regime as an inevitability. Better her than anyone else, after all. Besides, what could one woman do against the Empire that spanned the galaxy?

And thus, as of the 68th year of the New Order, High Admiral Rallyah Leno found herself in command of a veritable fleet under the White Cuirass, second only to the Grand Moff himself. Considered by many to be the loyal hound of Grand Moff Praji, Rallyah is largely suspected to be the Grand Moff's favoured successor, a surprise to many including the High Admiral herself. In spite of her secure position -as secure as one can be in the White Cuirass anyway-, Rallyah still frantically builds a base of power for herself, eyeing her peers warily as she waits for the old ghoul to take his last breath. Currently believed to be a moderate Militarist, Rallyah's sympathies truly lie with a Republic that only exists in her dreams, one that she will never tell a soul.
 
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Lots of claims. I'll be dishing out some stuff tomorrow and Saturday, depending on how much I have to work out.
 
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